Hello, this is my first Fan Fiction! I am extremely proud of
myself. If you are going to review please be nice/gentle. Nice
constructive criticism will always be welcome. I have no problem with
improving. : )
By the way, I don't own anything."Gilmore Girls" is the WB's.
On to the story..
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Rory comfortably sat in the warm, welcoming, school library. Today had been the last day of school before Christmas break. Rory had been excited about that fact; along with the rest of the school. But, unlike the rest of the school, Rory had remained at Chilton after the final bell had rung. She had wanted to finish researching a history project that would be due the day school resumed.
Rory let out a long sigh as she checked her watch for what she realized to be the third time in 5 minutes. She was looking forward to Christmas break as much as the rest of the school, but she was looking forward to getting this history project done even more.
Rory attempted to concentrate on her work; it would only be another 20 minutes until her mom would be there to take her to Friday dinner with her grandparents. Of course, there was another reason she couldn't wait to go home. Tomorrow, Dean was taking her out to dinner for no particular reason. As Rory saw it, the sooner she finished this work, the sooner she would be at her grandparents' house, and the sooner it would be tomorrow.
As Rory attempted to work she noticed a shadow now blocked most of her light. She looked up to see a face she hadn't laid eyes upon for months. She couldn't stop the smile from taking over her face, or even stop the surprise from going into her voice as she exclaimed, "Tristan!" Then added, "What are you doing here? I thought.military school." Rory shook her head, remembering the night she learned of Tristan's departure.
Tristan gave a bitter smile, "Even military schools allow students to leave for Christmas break." Tristan, without asking, sat in the chair across from Rory and her book-covered table.
Rory began to think clearly again, "That still doesn't explain what you're doing here.at Chilton."
Tristan shrugged, "I kinda wanted to see what I've been missing." He motioned to the large silent room in which they sat. "I didn't really think anyone would be here."
Rory smiled yet again, "Military school so bad you want to come back to Chilton?"
Tristan leaned back in his chair, almost stretching, perfectly aware of Rory's amusement at his situation. "Actually, my parents may let me come back for the second semester. Under a number of certain conditions, of course."
Rory couldn't keep the smile out of her voice. "Of course." With a brief moment of internal shock, she realized she wanted Tristan to come back. Sure, he could irritate the hell out of her, but he also caused her to think quickly, and to feel triumphant when she insulted him and he couldn't think of a comeback fast enough. "I hope you come back. Chilton isn't the same without you." Rory was surprised at her own willingness to admit it aloud.
Tristan smiled, "I knew you wanted me, but to want me in a position where I can irritate you," Tristan's already impossibly large smile widened, "You want my body bad!"
Rory couldn't stop her face from reddening, "I see not even military school could change you."
"Nah, it'll take something a lot tougher to change me." Rory consciously made herself avoid thinking about the gleam in Tristan's eyes.
She did this by looking at her watch. "Well, I would just love to stay and chat, but I have to go and meet my mom." Rory stood, beginning to gather her books.
"Don't worry Mary, something tells me we'll get lots of chances to chat in the future."
Rory attempted to avoid eye contact and her unavoidable thought that she did, in fact, want to speak with Tristan again.
Instead, she left the library without looking back, only giving the final comment of "You know, if you're hearing voices you might want to get some professional help." If Rory had looked back, she would have seen yet another smile cross Tristan's face, then came a look of concentration, in an attempt to think of a rebuttal, but Rory was already gone.
Rory ran through the cool Connecticut air to meet her mother's Jeep. She couldn't ignore the once common feeling of triumph at having out- insulted Tristan.
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By the way, I don't own anything."Gilmore Girls" is the WB's.
On to the story..
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Rory comfortably sat in the warm, welcoming, school library. Today had been the last day of school before Christmas break. Rory had been excited about that fact; along with the rest of the school. But, unlike the rest of the school, Rory had remained at Chilton after the final bell had rung. She had wanted to finish researching a history project that would be due the day school resumed.
Rory let out a long sigh as she checked her watch for what she realized to be the third time in 5 minutes. She was looking forward to Christmas break as much as the rest of the school, but she was looking forward to getting this history project done even more.
Rory attempted to concentrate on her work; it would only be another 20 minutes until her mom would be there to take her to Friday dinner with her grandparents. Of course, there was another reason she couldn't wait to go home. Tomorrow, Dean was taking her out to dinner for no particular reason. As Rory saw it, the sooner she finished this work, the sooner she would be at her grandparents' house, and the sooner it would be tomorrow.
As Rory attempted to work she noticed a shadow now blocked most of her light. She looked up to see a face she hadn't laid eyes upon for months. She couldn't stop the smile from taking over her face, or even stop the surprise from going into her voice as she exclaimed, "Tristan!" Then added, "What are you doing here? I thought.military school." Rory shook her head, remembering the night she learned of Tristan's departure.
Tristan gave a bitter smile, "Even military schools allow students to leave for Christmas break." Tristan, without asking, sat in the chair across from Rory and her book-covered table.
Rory began to think clearly again, "That still doesn't explain what you're doing here.at Chilton."
Tristan shrugged, "I kinda wanted to see what I've been missing." He motioned to the large silent room in which they sat. "I didn't really think anyone would be here."
Rory smiled yet again, "Military school so bad you want to come back to Chilton?"
Tristan leaned back in his chair, almost stretching, perfectly aware of Rory's amusement at his situation. "Actually, my parents may let me come back for the second semester. Under a number of certain conditions, of course."
Rory couldn't keep the smile out of her voice. "Of course." With a brief moment of internal shock, she realized she wanted Tristan to come back. Sure, he could irritate the hell out of her, but he also caused her to think quickly, and to feel triumphant when she insulted him and he couldn't think of a comeback fast enough. "I hope you come back. Chilton isn't the same without you." Rory was surprised at her own willingness to admit it aloud.
Tristan smiled, "I knew you wanted me, but to want me in a position where I can irritate you," Tristan's already impossibly large smile widened, "You want my body bad!"
Rory couldn't stop her face from reddening, "I see not even military school could change you."
"Nah, it'll take something a lot tougher to change me." Rory consciously made herself avoid thinking about the gleam in Tristan's eyes.
She did this by looking at her watch. "Well, I would just love to stay and chat, but I have to go and meet my mom." Rory stood, beginning to gather her books.
"Don't worry Mary, something tells me we'll get lots of chances to chat in the future."
Rory attempted to avoid eye contact and her unavoidable thought that she did, in fact, want to speak with Tristan again.
Instead, she left the library without looking back, only giving the final comment of "You know, if you're hearing voices you might want to get some professional help." If Rory had looked back, she would have seen yet another smile cross Tristan's face, then came a look of concentration, in an attempt to think of a rebuttal, but Rory was already gone.
Rory ran through the cool Connecticut air to meet her mother's Jeep. She couldn't ignore the once common feeling of triumph at having out- insulted Tristan.
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